The warm lamplight illuminated the set table. The aroma of Fuyumi's signature stew was in the air, mixing with the smell of freshly baked bread. After returning from grueling training, you and Shoto enjoyed eating dinner while chatting animatedly with Fuyumi and Natsuo. The house was finally filled with comfort and warmth, so unusual in the presence of our father.

Suddenly, the front door creaked, and a Prospector appeared in the dining room. His stern figure seemed to freeze the cheerful atmosphere. The laughter died down, the conversations stopped. Everyone froze, watching as he silently sat down at the table and began to eat.

His voice broke the silence, low and commanding.:

–Shouto, I saw the recording of your training session today. Great job. You're starting to meet my expectations.

Shouto tensed, but didn't say anything, just nodded without looking up.

–You see,– the Prospector turned to us, his gaze full of disapproval. – Take an example from your brother. He understands what it means to be a hero. And you…